isn't you at all

Lonliness found home in me the day you said that you didn't want to be with me any more. The love that had been my soul, that I had allowed to bury into me so deep that I didn't know that those place even existed. Your tendrils yanked out, making me slump over in emptiness and void.
Sometimes I pour wine into those vacancies left by your absence and this just makes it worse because I have wholeness that is fake, and it makes me miss you more because this drug reminds me of you, but it isn't you at all.